Going online
to hear the hermit thrush sing –
why
it no longer comes to this hill
one sad reason or another
Author: Carol Purington
Carol Purington writes haiku to reflect and honor the seasonal and emotional patterns of her life in rural Massachusetts.
Slow-falling snowflakes
the black queen captures
another pawn
Outdoor wedding
the odor
of insect repellent
The path home –
polishing a neighbor’s apple
on my sleeve
Peapods beaded
with raindrops
her arthritic fingers
